1. |
Towering Mountain
03:28
|
|||
...wish that I'd grow taller than the clouds
and feel the gentle heart of the wind
brushing up against my branches
no more wasted second chances
could I grow, could I grow
wish that I would know which way to go
for shelter from the bitter winter wind
it's not this town with the towering mountain
1500 miles and counting
could I know, could I know
wish I was a mole in the ground
wish I was a mole in the ground
as a mole in the ground
I would root this mountain down
and I wish I was a mole in the ground
when I die, I'll fall into the sea
and feel my ashes beat against the waves
echoing the mermaid's chanting
sifting through the barrel-eye dancing
could I fall into the sea...
|
||||
2. |
Clawing
03:12
|
|||
...the work didn't get done as I had planned yet again
clawing, clawing from within
the devil nestled in my skin
water, sleep, food, and rest
can never get him out
the night stretches onward and, staring upward, I have the urge to clench my jaw (at 3AM)
clawing, clawing from within
the devil nestled in my skin
water, sleep, food, and rest
can never get him out
I put a hold on everything
clawing, clawing from within
the devil nestled in my skin
water, sleep, food, and rest
can never get him out
deep breath...
|
||||
3. |
Within The Crags
02:56
|
|||
...when the whistle cracks I'll be gone
when the whistle cracks I'll be gone
got your heart on yellow paper
when you told me I'd see you later
deep within the crags I do belong
got a suitcase full of clothes and an atlas too
got a suitcase full of clothes and an atlas too
I don't even have to cry
you've skipped town and so should I
to find a home is what I'm gonna do.
head grows heavy when working in the sun
head grows heavy when working in the sun
but this garden just won't grow
so I believe that I must go
5 o'clock rolls in, the day is done.
now the whistle's cracked I'll be gone
now the whistle's cracked I'll be gone
got your heart on yellow paper
when you told me I'd see you later
deep within the crags I do belong...
|
||||
4. |
||||
...if there's water in the plains
and there's gold up in the hills
I'd roll the dice for fortune
leave my family my will
if today is the mountain
and tomorrow is the sky
I'd hope there's room in Heaven
for a sickly soul like mine
well, I see the others working
see their buckets filling up
I look at mine so empty
and I haven't seen enough
and I hear a storm a-comin'
hear it rollin' through the hills
and as I'm slipping down the mountain
I'm thinking of that will
if my ankle is broken
and I'd never get found
may God lift me up
from this long forsaken ground
if there's anybody out there
who can hear my tired plea
I would rather be a beggar
than a body in the leaves...
|
||||
5. |
||||
...when I see the light of day
all the fog and rain clouds scurry home
and I feel the growling sun.
when I see the light of day...
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like videosforpictures, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp